Carry on Covid…

Covid has finally caught up with me. Confused at why I was awake at four in the morning on Sunday, watching Bullitt instead of sleeping, I idly took a covid test, and the rest is history. So I’m sequestered in my attic, like a certain Mrs Rochester, having tried and failed to pass as normal... Continue Reading →

Stolen Hour

Today they stole an hour from me. No wonder my hangover was still there when I woke up this morning. So Mr Ripley the cat and I have stolen an hour back. A glass of wine, no more than two momentos mori, some AstroTurf liberated from a seventies greengrocer and the new Margaret Atwood. Margaret... Continue Reading →

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